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Added by Theodore Ell on July 29, 2012 at 15:09 — 4 Comments
"P o i s o n P i c t u r e P e r f e c t"
What A Pretty Little Picture
of a Lot
of Petty Pricks/What An
Ugly
Wasteful Saga
of A Lot of
Selfish Shits/What
A Nasty Little Drama
of A Lot of Boring Chums/What
a
Dulling Little
Poison From
a lot of Evil Scum/What a Pretty Little
Picture of a Scheming
Wicked Witch/What a Tired
Hateful Scripture
From a Lying
Evil Bitch/
15,…
ContinueAdded by Angel Finnegan on July 25, 2012 at 8:00 — No Comments
the grumbling armies of glum
curse the arch of the sun
for speeding rotations
through well earned vacations
then reeling when Mondays come
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Added by Rhiannon Hall on July 20, 2012 at 1:03 — No Comments
I pack my memories in little cages,
Wild beasts of an intemperate youth,
The struggle against the walls of time
And seek recognition-an admission of guilt.
But I am past the gremlins of that time.
No amount of persuasion will allow me to set them free.
However, the past clings to our skin like some terrible odour which
Present fragrances cannot mask nor dispel.
So at the helm of all affairs I struggle to shut the lid…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on July 18, 2012 at 20:00 — No Comments
If you're in Melbourne tomorrow night join us at Kris Hemensley's Collected Works Bookshop (37 Swanston Street) at 6pm for the Melbourne launch of John Foulcher's new collection The Sunset Assumption by Robyn Rowland.
Added by JF Knight on July 18, 2012 at 9:30 — No Comments
"A Nasty, Selfish Dream of a Life"
Real relationships
are appreciated because
they are Open Channels
of Communication/which have access
to Unlimited Power
because of the Unlimited Sharing
that happens/in the process/in the process/
In the Process/False relationships
are as equally appealing,/in a Lusty kind of a way:
ways usually only found in Fantasy,/ but they do get old./You do too, chasing these Sick Ghosts of a Life/like
Sugar…
Added by Angel Finnegan on July 15, 2012 at 12:05 — No Comments
Let the winds blow and scatter these fallen leaves.
I couldn't rake these pieces of my life into a comfortable heap,
That would fit into the fireplace and burn away a scorching memory.
Scarred for life, my experience was my only beacon in the darkness that surrounded me.
Some years later I was reminded, my experience is a falsehood.
A pitiful reflection off cracked mirrors that distort reality.
Whose reality should I fall back…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on July 14, 2012 at 22:03 — No Comments
At the traffic lights, people
brace themselves against
a blustery wind sweeping
the pavements.
As they wait for the lights to
change, a blue plastic bag comes
skimming along the street,
at the corner it is lifted and
swirls around the legs of the
pedestrians, then another
stronger gust carries it into the
middle of the intersection.
Finally, it rises at great speed
on the wind, away and over…
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Added by Angel Finnegan on July 11, 2012 at 13:06 — No Comments
Added by Angel Finnegan on July 11, 2012 at 11:22 — No Comments
Truth be told
It's these Old Things/For
I know why
they Echo Wind/
More Truth
to Cause/It's These Old Things
Are These Old Songs
I call My Wings/
The Truth
At Heart/Its These Old Flaws/
Its These New Songs/
Its These New Wings/to Soar
Unflawed/and preach the Sky/..
For…
Added by Angel Finnegan on July 11, 2012 at 11:14 — No Comments
I was on a ship not long ago
That seemed destined to reach the horizon soon.
But you could tell from the growling and grinding of the engines,
The furrowed brows of weary seaman and bleeding deckhands,
That the captain’s dream was paved with bloody sacrifice.
Our lives became a living dreamtime story.
Blurring sunrise and sunset till the holy Sabbath
Became depressing metaphor.
I saw the flag fluttering…
ContinueAdded by THE BARD on July 10, 2012 at 8:35 — No Comments
Thank you to everyone who joined Anna Kerdijk Nicholson and I at Gilbert's of Mittagong yesterday for a chat about her poetry; the what, how and why.
Anna Kerdijk Nicholson currently holds a position on the Board of Directors of Australian Poetry and was previously an editor for Five Bells. Along with Anna's contributions to the Australian poetry writing community, she has published two books of poetry, the first of which, The Bundanon Cantos, was mentioned in the…
Added by Rhiannon Hall on July 8, 2012 at 13:00 — No Comments
On the 19thof May I sprang out of bed, printed out a selection of my poems and headed to the State Library of NSW. With my precious poems clung to my chest I found my way to the Mitchell Meeting Room and made myself a cup of tea in anticipation of a day workshopping with David Brooks. Fifteen eager poets sat down to learn ‘the secrets of poetry’.
Added by Rhiannon Hall on July 4, 2012 at 11:37 — 2 Comments
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